Kieren curled his lip, tossing the envelope down on the table with the letter from his father on top of it. Sure, it wasn’t like he had actually been looking forward to his 17th, true he was an adult and he got the privileges that came with it. Unfortunately for him those ‘privileges’ happened to include the cementing of a betrothal. That had been the main focus of the letter a reminder that it was time to fall in line, it was his duty as the heir after all.
“Happy fucking birthday to me.”